MISSIVE

The reddest 

cardinal in the greenest 

fern tree

as the sun 

is dragged, kicking 

and screaming toward the west;

a streak of geese
whose strident hollers seem 

to ricochet

off every rain-

quickened building 
and slickened city street;

just watching light
as it falls 

through colored glass

and lands 

with a glimmer on 

drab vestibule carpeting—

Alleluia, goes the only 

lyric in the hymnal, who 

would have guessed? 

Sometimes, it's like 

you get paid 

to be impressed. Once 

or twice, what you want

and what you need 

are the same thing.